March 24th 1979.
When his ankle was grabbed he knew it was over, still he tilted his head upwards to prevent his breath from stopping. He could feel the cold water fill his ears, he knew it was over, he knew he had lost, why bother fighting a fight you could never win? As he took his last breath, his mind went to James, James potter, never in a million years would regulus had thought his last sense of self would think about James potter. As his head slowly got dragged into the darkness he told himself, it was the right decision he had made.
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June 17th, 1997
It was dark, Black, Lifeless, but He was awake, tho he couldn't open his eyes. He slowly started to feel his body, winning his strength back, he opened his eyes.
He was in a small room, no bigger than his room in the black household. The walls were made of dark wood, probably walnut, the bed he was laying in was a double, way too big for the room in his opinion, but it reminded him of Sirius.
His mind was a haze, he couldn't remember much, the last picture in his mind was the Horcrux.
As his strength came back, bit for bit, he sat up in the bed, eyes followed from the window and over the dark wood walls, as his eyes wandered over the walls he saw something that looked like a calendar. He quickly swung his legs over the side of the bed, and stood up as fast as his tired body allowed him to.
The few steps regulus had to take, were the hardest steps of his life, he had never, in his 18 years of life, felt this weak. As he approached the calendar, he read the date. 1997, June, 17th.
"What"
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Regulus went in the water in 1979, and woke up 18 years Later.